By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than

The Bit That One Eates, No Friend Makes.

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.

God Strikes Not With Both Hands, For To The Sea He Made Heavens, And To Rivers Foords.

Shee Spins Well That Breedes Her Children.

Sinnes Are Not Knowne Till They Bee Acted.